The Black Devil Omegaverse
The closest comparison he could make was to the god aura he had stolen from King.
At the thought of the ruler of the Underworld, Hades frowned. He knew that was who had built this bridge. One end was in Persiana, where King had been investigating the mysterious deaths of the half-souled no-furs. The other was somewhere in the Underworld. It might drop them off right in the throne room, where Hades assumed King was right now, licking his wounds and patching up his damaged pride after their last scuffle.
"There we go." Hades handed the jar of salve back to Doll. "You're the only one here with pockets, so hold on to this for us, okay?"